Aria

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pins and needles

ide because the thought of having to dig them out made him feel almost as if he’d

It doesn’t matter anymore; what matters is that Hannah loves me enough to want to marry me, and how could I say no to that?

Forget how you feel,’ she said. ‘Forget what other people think. Pretend you are an actress on the stage. Speak with confidence, do not care how your words land and they will land well. People are mostly thinking of themselves. Decide who you want to be, who you want to show the world, and be that person. You can be anybody, my Violet. You have the power to present yourself to the world exactly how you wish to be seen.’

What Happened to Us?

The Place We Call Home

her eyes fought hard to pick out familiar city shapes. Usually, along here, she would gaze up towards Montmarte. Even after all these years, it took her breath away,

an addiction, the same as all the others. Just less honest, perhaps.

Someone else whose whole existence once meant more to you than your own ever did.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone.

Coco Chanel